An impaired woman's grip on her wheelchair to reach the church;
a little boy's grip on the frond of triumph;
an old man's grip on the candle of the new light.

It is the Grip of Faith.

My faith may not move mountains, but it can move me to go around them.
Everyday of the week i drove long parched highways to solemn pews of chapels and churches.
I dealt my limitations for i had a grip to capture some images of faith.